The Shoreline And The Sea

The place where we meet and connect

The sea brings comfort and serenity to a weary soul.

As I stand along the shoreline I witness the calmness of the sea. Giving me assurance that everything will be okay eventually.

Sometimes, I feel like I belong to the sea. There’s a call within me as if I’m one with the sea. When there’s storm I can feel the raging waves. The waves after waves.

The sea seems angry. I can feel its enormous energy coming to the shore. Its full of rage and anger.

But, what surprises me is the composure of the shoreline.

Froze for a moment, I noticed how composed the shoreline is. It doesn’t shows any fear instead it welcomes the raging sea with a warm hug. Waiting for the sea to give comfort and tranquility.

I wonder how the shoreline do it? How can the shoreline handle the rage and anger of the sea?

Why is the shoreline not afraid but at peace?

Because if I were in its place. I will run in terror. I will not welcome the terrifying sea.

As I continue to witness this enchanting moment, I found out that as the raging sea approach the shoreline its slowly being more gentle. It comes running to the shoreline and as it reaches, it became serene.

I was amazed. Maybe all we need is someone who will be our safe place and serenity. That despite of the rage, when we come home we will have someone waiting for us with warm hug and acceptance.

At the same time, we need someone that wherever they wonder, they will come home to us.

I continue to gaze at the sea. I can feel the strong ground beneath me.

The sea is peaceful today yet, there’s turbulence within me. I’m jealous of its tranquility. I wish to be at peace too.

Then, my tears gently flows. I’m at home with the sea but I’m heading back. I need to return.

Should I carry the sea within me and ask the shoreline for support?

I’m returning and yet, I know within me, I’m not home.

Published by She Writes

She's a dreamer. Hopes to be lost in oblivion but the truth is, she just wants to be seen and heard. In quest within and lover of life. This, too, shall pass so I will keep going ; I still don't know. I'll rest for the mean time.

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